I close my eyes,
The world is closed,
Inside my arms
The world opposed
This hefty sound
Inside my mind,
Inside the trembles,
Inside the blind.
As everything foretold this life,
As low and up are on the bind,
I try to hide inside
This bloody knife.

My god is numb,
My food, your thumb,
And I am left so cold and dumb.
Do you recall the days of numb,
When all the light and heat were sum
Of life and death and all the rest?
With misery and hate I am so blessed.